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@not-just-ginger
god i just found this again while folder cleaning
one of the few crossdressing ducks that didn’t make me break out in hives, on account of not having been forced to do it for emasculating reasons or anything, it’s just a practical solution to daisy having too many obligations since they look exactly, and i mean exactly the same
one of those obligations was manning a kissing booth for charity and donald punching a catcaller in the face escalates into guys just fucking lining up to get decked by a cute little duck
get on his fucking level, mickey
#mickey: who’ll have to endure this humiliation#donald: who’ll get to wear the pretty dress
GET ON HIS FUCKING LEVEL, MICKEY
the canon continues
teaching paddling courses to kids is so much fun because without fail every class will have one or two children who are terrified to the point of tears about getting into the canoe, and every time I ask them what they’re most afraid of. I ask genuinely, “what do you think is the worst thing that could possibly happen to you today? If something horrible happens to you today, what will that thing be?”
And it’s always that the boat will capsize, that they’ll fall in, etc.
In summer courses, the answer is easy. I just walk into the water wearing my life jacket, start floating, and say “this is what it looks like when your boat capsizes and you fall in. I’m doing it right now. I fell in.”
If it’s chilly out and I don’t want to spend all day wet, I tell them, “want to know something funny? We’re going to capsize on purpose later. We have to learn how to capsize so that we know how to help ourselves when it happens on accident. Do you think we’d so something on purpose that’s dangerous? What will happen is that we will all fall in the water, and our life jackets will hold us up. I know that, because it’s my job to check your life jacket. Then we’ll all float around until we get back in our boats, and then we’ll go inside and change. The worst part of it all is that you’ll be soggy.”
This has never failed me. They always calm down, get in the boat, and end up having fun the entire time. Time and time again, the Unknown is the ultimate fear, and a little bit of patience at the start is all it takes to keep things running smoothly.
All that said, my favorite kids are the funny ones who clearly respond well to humor, so I get to tell them, “I can absolute guarantee that no one is going to drown today. I would never let that happen, because I don’t want to have to fill out the paperwork.”
me: what’s gonna happen?
crying child: I’ll fall in the lake
me: *falls into the lake on purpose* like this?
crying child:
:’ 0
>: O !!!!!!!
“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
This is honestly so delightful and accurate
This! :D
Totally accurate. I worked as a art model in collage as well…in Fairbanks Alaska . Heat in the art department was fine, but the sculpture studio had a huge garage-style door . I was modeling there once when someone on the outside OPENED THE DOOR. It was around 30 below zero F out there! Every student in the room scrambled to grab their coats and pretty much bury me in them as the teacher yelled bloody murder at the guy who opened the door
Suffer for your art.
I love it when the little kids I’m teaching online have complete and total misconceptions of what’s going on. So far, I’ve encountered the following:
1. I had been teaching a little girl for several months, when one day she said to me: “My mother says you’re a real person, not an app. If you’re a real person, show me your husband.”
2. I was about to end a class, but the little girl I was teaching didn’t want the class to end. She turned to her mom and asked if she could please watch one more episode. Turns out she was under the impression that I was a very interactive TV program.
3. I couldn’t find my marker in class today. The boy I was teaching was like, “What’s your apartment number? I’ll come up and help you find it!” The boy lives in China and I live in the United States. I guess most people he knows live in the same building as him, so he assumed I did too.
4. I had been teaching a kid for quite some time when I mentioned my age in class. She was like, “Wait, you’re an adult????” She’d thought I was twelve.
5. I just finished my last class of the night. At the end of it, the three year old girl (in China) wanted to know if she could come over and we could have the next class at my house.
Call center workers pay for the privilege
If you only learn one technical term from labor economics, make it “chickenization” - Christopher Leonard’s term for the way that the Big Three poultry processors have structured the chicken-farming industry (I learned it from Zephyr Teachout). https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/29/break-em-up/#break-em-up Here’s chickenization: you’re a chicken farmer. There is only one company that can buy your birds, thanks to market concentration. They tell you how to design and maintain your coop. They sell you the chicks. They tell you which feed to use, how much and when. They tell you when the lights go on and when they go off. They tell you how which vet to use, and which medicines they can use. They bind you to secrecy through nondisclosure and strip you of the right to sue through arbitration. They experiment on you. Your barn is filled with sensors that they monitor, and they tell you to vary feed, lighting, medicine and other variables to see if your birds get bigger. They are the only buyer in your region, so they know how each farmer’s birds are thriving. But if the “independent” farmers ever tried to compare notes, they’d be violating their nondisclosure agreements and could be sued. Farmers who complain to regulators are barred from the market. Once your birds are grown, you bring them to the processor, who exploits their information asymmetry to figure out how to pay you JUST ENOUGH to go back to things, but not enough to get ahead. Since chickenization, poultry farmers have faced a wave of suicides. Once you know about chickenization, you see it everywhere: crop farmers are chickenized by seed companies, and Uber drivers are chickenized by their apps. The contours of chickenization are impossible to miss: it’s a shifting of all the risk from the employer’s side of the balance sheet to the workers’, using the fiction of independent contractorship, the data-gathering capabilities of digital work, and monopolies. Today, I learned about the worst chickenization scheme I’ve ever encountered: a giant, global company that has chickenized a vast workforce, but maintains total secrecy, even as it services massive blue-chip companies from Airbnb to Disney. That company is Arise, and Propublica and Planet Money just blew the roof off its ghastly charnel house of a chicken farm by, as Ken Armstrong, Justin Elliott and Ariana Tobin reported out leaks, arbitration reports, and whistleblower accounts. https://www.propublica.org/article/meet-the-customer-service-reps-for-disney-and-airbnb-who-have-to-pay-to-talk-to-you#1001065 Here’s chickenization, Arise style: the company is a outsource phone support system. Workers have to pay to work for Arise (they’re “independent contractors”): buy a dedicated PC, internet connection and other equipment. They have to do weeks of unpaid “training” just to get started, and then they have to pay more to get specific training for every one of Arise’s giant corporate clients, from AT&T to Carnival Cruises to Comcast to Disney to Airbnb to Intuit to Barnes and Noble to Ebay. After passing random, invasive, in-home inspections, after shelling out thousands of dollars and doing weeks - if not months - of unpaid training, they are finally eligible to sign up for shifts. These shifts come in 30 minute slices, widely spaced, and turning them down gets you blacklisted. It’s impossible to hold down another job while you’re an Arise chicken-farmer. But you don’t get paid for 30-minute shifts. You just get paid for the time that you’re talking to customers. The whole time you talk to a customer, an algorithm is ready to penalize you: i.e., if it takes too long to deal with queries, or if there’re too many pauses. Meanwhile, the client’s outsource managers randomly (or not-randomly) listen in on your calls, and they can penalize you too. The main penalty is being “deskilled” - barred from working for that client, after paying (in cash and time) to get trained to be their phone rep. Workers are barred from hanging up on abusive customers. Women report high levels of sexual harassment, which they have to patiently endure, because they risk getting fired if they hang up on their abusers. And all workers are expected to tolerate unlimited abuse from callers. 64% of Arise’s workers are people of color. 89% of them are women. Arise’s recruiting ads target Black women in particular. There *is* a way to get ahead in Arise: recruit other workers. Because, in addition to everything else, it’s a pyramid scheme, and the business is riddled with people who’ve been previously convicted of wire fraud. Nearly every person in the Arise structure is chickenized:. The following jobs are all performed by “independent contractors”:
Client Support Professionals
Quality Assurance Performance Facilitators
Chat Performance Facilitators
Escalation Performance Facilitators
Not only do you have to pay to work for Arise - you have to pay (a “contract termination fee”) to stop working for them. Arise binds workers to arbitration, meaning they can’t sue. The right of workers to join class actions in spite of arbitration waivers went to the Supreme Court in ‘18, where the illegitimate justice Neal Gorsuch wrote the majority opinion, ruling against workers. Arise honors Juneteenth with a day off for all employees. But all those Black women it has chickenized are independent businesses and are still expected to show up for work. Arise’s founder is Richard Cherry, a Canadian “serial entrepreneur” who started off writing scammy get-rich-quick and lose-weight-quick books before moving to Florida and getting heavily involved with the Home Shopping Network. Today, the company is a division of a giant private equity fund, Warburg Pincus.
well damn
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This is the only heterosexual content I want to see
“ask yourself if there is any explanation of the mystery of your own life and death.”
“Write some fan fiction to resolve this story because I ain’t fuckin’ doin’ it.” -Mark Twain
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idk what introvert needs to hear this but please check yourself when ur saying stuf like “staying in your room all weekend by yourself watching netflix is much better than going out and being social” because speaking from experience it’s very easy to confuse being introverted and isolating yourself to cope with anxiety and depression please reach out to your friends and make an effort to live your life and say yes to things, there’s no harm in enjoying your own company but please try to avoid shutting yourself away because you’ve convinced yourself that you’re better alone it’s seriously a recipe for loneliness and will really fuck with your self worth
Before and after makeup.... Unfortunately I didn't take this before picture with purpose, and I am not very good at the whole makeup thing (this was practice). Still huge difference.
If by some odd chance a person looking for makeup tips sees this, I learned afterwards that I have downturned/hooded eyes so this style is applied wrong.
For some odd reason I didn't take a photo of the actual makeup I ended up wearing the next day, but it was much better.
Went Hiking with 2 of my best friends,
Brexit in a nutshell
The world is so fucked I didn’t know which country this was talking about until “Brexit”
Crazy
Fire in my hometown, helicopter going to douse it with water.
Merry Christmas, enjoy the snow where you are having it!